No. And I think
He will not come again. She was so proud
The last time he was here, you would have thought
She was a queen at least.

_Man_.
Remember, wife,
What she has been. Trouble like that throws down
The common folk like us all of a heap:
With folks like her, that are high bred and blood,
It sets the mettle up.

_Woman_.
All very right;
But take her as she was, she might do worse
Than wed the Count Nembroni.

_Man_.
Possible.
But are you sure there is no other man
Stands in his way?

_Woman_.
How can I tell? So be,
He should be here to help her. What she'll do
I am sure I do not know. We cannot keep her.
And for her work, she does it far too well
To earn a living by it. Her times are changed--
She should not give herself such prideful airs.